The most noteworthy thing that happened to me today:
Y is sitting next to me, playing Tecmo Superbowl, a video game that looks like it might be from 1983. I, being the mature married lady I am, pluck one of Ike's hairs from Y's shirt and stick it up his nose, making Y miss whatever 1980s play he's trying to make*. Y kicks my shin and calls me every name he can think of.
Oh, and there were cupcakes.
*I am told it was 3rd and long and from 1991. I still don't think I deserved to be kicked.